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Elise Elise
02:59
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Elise Elise
The answer's easy, you'd better get intelligent.
Check out your checkbook and tell me where the money went.
Oh, it's not written out, cuz you're not keeping track.
I like abandon.
It's sexy when you don't do that.
You want the 3 piece suit...the button down type
When all the bestest minds are trapped inside of bodies like mine.
All faded.
This dusty rag.
Who let your friend in?
We've got no use for him.
His name's "Neurosis".
We call him "Go Please".
Baby got religion. She said "Get out of bed and walk".
I said "Why should i when there's absolutely nothing wrong?"
She said she'd cut me off.
I could believe in that.
So i did, i got up and i felt every step.
I'm just this bastard, right? Innocuous and profane.
I'm tanked, I'm pro-pain.
I started walking like her,
Didn't know to kiss or bite her.
So i made a muscle and it made her laugh.
Who let your friend in?
We got no use for him.
His name's "Neurosis"
We call him "Go please"
Elise
Elise
Don't give me your disease.
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2. |
The French Song
04:37
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I've been waiting for you.
I've been praying, baby.
I've been holding cue cards.
I've been dying for you.
I've been lying for you.
I've wondered where you are.
I've been shaking fixtures.
Dead moths are crumbling all over shirts on the table.
I've been crying, waiting.
I've been listening.
No dictaphone, no cable.
You've got to make love.
You have to make love.
You've got to make love to me.
Girl, I love the way touch me.
I need for you to kiss me.
I long to make love to you.
Oh...
I've been getting ready.
I've been sweatin' it.
I've been swervin' around.
I've been dwellin' on it.
Friends keep telling me that you're gonna turn it around.
The say "You've got to make love. You have to make love.
You've got to make love to me."
Girl, i love the way you touch me.
I need for you to kiss me.
I long to make love to you.
Oh...
Ahhh...
Because you want me to be the best boyfriend alive.
You've gotta say you wanna go all night
( You oughta know we're gonna go all night)
Do you want me to go?
Do you want me to pray for you baby love?
Hey girl i wasn't listening, I didn't notice i was dreaming alone.
I was dreaming how me and boys, were playing cards in the basement.
Benjamin was playing, over and over, some cheap French band on a tape deck.
They sang "You've got to make love. You have to make love.
You've got to make love to me."
Girl, i love the way you touch me.
I need for you to kiss me.
I long to make love to you.
Oh...
Ahhh...
Because you want me to be the best boyfriend alive.
You've gotta say you wanna go all night
( You oughta know we're gonna go all night"
Do you want me to go?
Do you want me to pray for you baby love?
Hey girl i wasn't listening, I didn't notice i was dreaming alone
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3. |
Adjust Your Nightmare
04:15
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Florescent light will bleed tonight.
When it's in your head, well then it's in your eyes.
The best is left between the lines.
We can co-exist but we should coincide.
Do you wanna feel it?
Do you wanna see it?
Adjust your nightmare.
The black, the white, the shape, the make.
The difference.
The frame is where it takes place.
And it's a thriller alright.
A hurricane in a blank disguise.
Far be it from me to take advice.
Do you wanna feel it?
Do you wanna see it?
Adjust your nightmare.
Just touch me right there.
Do you wanna see it?
Do you wanna feel it?
ok...
The end of century curse and still no vaccination.
When it's in your head well then it's in your eyes.
Call to me.
I'm there.
Well... yeah...
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4. |
Ghost Tonight
03:05
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I got low tolerance for socialites.
Gonna live forever to the bone.
Oh, there's a place for me, locked up and all alone.
I take religion as a personal blight.
Those counterfeiters get it done.
Uh oh, there's some mold on the cream
You gotta stir it up.
And i'll be a ghost tonight on the crowded street.
See the fall and the rise of a dying breed.
And the girl on your right, she's coming home with me.
Got the flow.
Let me go.
We ride.
All bets are off tonight you bet your life.
I'll turn you on and pull the plug.
Earth fall away, if you please, I'm on a rocket ride.
I'm living in between the wrong and right.
I'm a business man and gutter punk.
Oh, throw your fax machine out the window.
Go.
All bets are off tonight you bet your life.
I'll turn you on and pull the plug.
Oh, throw your fax machine out the window.
And go be a ghost tonight on the crowded street.
See the fall and the rise of a dying breed.
And the girl on your right, well she's coming home with me.
Got the flow.
Let me go.
We ride.
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You think...
Well, first of all, you think too much
But you think that i hang around you cuz the news on your ass is out.
And you're looking pretty good.
It's necessary for initial attraction but we're long past that, right?
I can't apologize for being and animal.
We're working backwards, baby.
What about my needs?
I've put in the time.
As far as boyfriends or real friends go, well, I think i've been both kinds.
You might wanna take it easy on me.
I'm the only boy you know that'll ever late you make those bad mistakes you make.
Those bad mistakes you make.
Try to shake it.
Nothing sticks harder than the desperation friendship funk of an understanding guy.
Try to break it.
You gotta get loose.
You gotta feel that nothing feel.
Are you gonna make it?
I'm a sucker for you in a dress and high heels.
I guess that's the deal.
What about my needs?
I've put in the time.
As far as boyfriends or real friends go, well, I think i've been both kinds.
Goddamnit you gotta take it easy on me.
I'm the only boy you know that'll ever late you make those bad mistakes you make.
I'm not talking "hills and valleys, shooting stars" or nothing grand.
I'm talking closer to me.
I'm talking better to look at.
Weekdays are how we tranquilize.
Weekend kick in to overdrive.
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6. |
Me Is The Drug
03:36
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Well, here's a backstage pass to the life i know.
A Coca-Cola and an ounce of blow.
Metal to skin.
Metal is in.
I'm feeling bad, gonna do it again.
Got a habit forming like a nun on dope.
God, he made the world then, he gave me coke.
Back when i was younger, i believed in bliss.
I started shootin' and she grabbed my wrist.
She said "Come on baby.You know, you don't need none.
Come on, baby. Let me fix you up.
Me is the drug".
I started feeling my attraction split.
One mind sex, one detox fit.
You gonna quit it are you getting the jist?
You shake your ass, and i'll move my fist.
Got a habit forming like a nun on dope.
God, he made the world then, he gave me coke.
Back when i was younger, i believed in bliss.
I started shootin' and she grabbed my wrist.
She said "Come on baby.You know, you don't need none.
Come on, baby. Let me fix you up.
Me is the drug".
So now I'm rockin' like never before.
Back and forth and back and forth.
Skin to skin. Skin to win.
You shake your ass and i'll move my fist.
And i'm gonna move it baby.
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7. |
Move That Strut
04:24
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Flash! Flash! Flash!
Well come on and let it show.
You've got the way to move that strut.
Hesitation.
Erase it.
Ladies and girls, you are all my pets, you are all the world.
Well, come on.
Pleasure yourself.
Well , come on!
I promise i'm next.
I've got designs down the front of your pants.
Bat your eyes, act innocent, and just relax.
I'm selling Juice pills, power bars, no fur, two cars.
Bottled water kills high art.
White lines...my stars!
Flash! Flash! Flash!
Well, come on!
I've got the pills that you can take.
I've got bottles and prescriptions full of everything.
When you're done, well you can come back for more.
You are all my pets.
You are all the world.
Well, come on!
Move your skin and bones.
Well, come on!
It can't be nice to be lonely.
I've got a sign on my plane says "I'll be back in 5 minutes".
Gonna iron my shirt.
I gotta flip my hair.
I'm selling juice pils, power bars, no fur and two cars.
Bottled water kills high art.
White lines...
My stars!
Flash! Flash! Flash!
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8. |
Beeswax
04:05
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Loping down a slope, hoping that i'll see my Julie today.
Going to the pool after school thinking up things to say.
Spying her lying semi-nude, some dude lighting her "J".
And i write it out and melted the beeswax,
Raking the coals out,
Shellacking the black tracks
Wonderful blue
If nobody wants it to play
Loading up the vans with the blister packs of dolemite sand
Hurtling though fertile fields of sky lighted by lignite plants.
Sliding to the bedside with the "sack-o-life' on the washstand.
And i write it out and melted the beeswax,
Raking the coals out,
Shellacking the black tracks
Wonderful blue
If nobody wants it to play
If you wanted to meet clever recovery
Here he is
It's like telling an ex girlfriend "it can work again"
All i know is all i know
Airborne,
I never sleep very good.
I said "You should visit home"
Now you're gone there for good
Wondering how i'll move along
I know you wish that i would
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9. |
You Medicate Me, Baby
02:55
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You medicate me, baby
With your heroes and your sighs
You medicate me, baby
You want to live the T.V. life
Listen up while i still have the breath,
The gumption and the attentiveness
You are gradually sucking the wind from my chest
And only in theory, not in practice
Let's practice
You medicate me, baby
With subtle flashes of hair and thighs
Here's my prescription, lady
If you love him then kiss him goodbye
Listen up!
Hey it was only in jest
Anyway, we should be acting out more and talking less
You are gradually sucking the wind from my chest
And only in theory, not in practice
Let's practice
I'd seen it all
I thought i was spent
I was down for the count and then you stepped in
Then you grabbed me back from my opium den
Now, I don't know what smart is
I feel like I've never known cool
You are the litmus
You are high school all over again
And you medicate me
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10. |
All Made Up Friends
03:12
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Everybody's on a backseat sliding through the twilight now
I feel your ribs through your t-shirt
Poly Cotton is wearing down
And it's all made up
But it's our way
Everybody's on the floor like they're awaiting the royal bow
The 14 year old boys get frightened like the kid did in "Get It Out"
And it's all made up
But it's our way
You bet it's better than recorded
Glowing hot and distorted sound
You've never seen her move like that
She's got the right to be getting down
And the singer points her out
And it's all made up
But it's our way
You hear your voice disappearing
Lose your earring and shout along
Rolling forward, falling backward
Lose your instinct
Into the throng
Where you belong
And it's all made up
But it's our way
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11. |
Hey! Oh! (Bonus Track)
02:35
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Men of importance with nothing to hide
The concept is bogus
It's never been tried
The world needs a villain
You must pick a side
And everyone knows that the President lied
Hey!
Oh!
The losers will care
The righteous will swear
The premise is never what's actually there
The truth is at stake
It's medium rare
And you will complain that your life isn't fair
So what did you say?
How did it go?
Why to complain when i know you know
From under the hills and over the skies
There's gonna be hell when the hero arrives
Hey!
OH!
Don't it wanna make you give up and die?
Moves you south until you're flat and wide
Only then can you begin again
On your black out
White out
Hey!
Oh!
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Well, l i put you in the position as executor of estate
And the California witness said "The devil don't play games"
You were at the slow mo collision
Miss Oblivion on skates
And the wind went whipping by me as i crashed into your gate
But i don't regret the time we spent
The arguments are the time i get for hanging around
It wears me out when you turn me down
You are angry and i like it
When you're jealous it's my fault
So are we working on a miracle?
Are you turning down the job?
Flaking out beside the phone,
I boldly hold the microphone up to my lips and i spit out "You're destructive"
It wears me out when you turn me down
Where now should i put all this pain?
And did it ever cross your mind?
Call me now before it's too late,
And i dismiss you as unkind
It is time now for a decision
The ball is swinging from the crane
Like teaching Esperanto at the height of all it's fame
Yeah we'd best consult the Quija bee and write the answers down in chalk
Smash the board against the wall
There's a cardiac response when the apparition talks
Voices of ego
Forces of ego
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The Real Heroes Austin, Texas
The Real Heroes are a rock and pop band from Austin, TX.
The hopeful aim/lofty goal of the
group is to make music that lingers comfortably outside of any specific time period, and to work within different parameters for each new project. We make music for children, teens, curmudgeons, dandys, low-lifes, tennis club enthusiasts, and naughty grandmas.
The Real Heroes continue to exist.
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